Sharn - Orc Guardian

Contents: Sharn Miniature, 40mm Base. Pure, unfilled resin.Model is unassembled and unpainted. Intended for ages 14+.
When assembling, only use cyanoacrylate glue (medium viscosity, for best results) as other glues may damage the material.

Lore 

Metal Maketh Orc; Part 1

“She’s a bastard in every way possible to be a bastard, and always will be one. Anyone groomed by Kruul has the taint of his foul touch.” Sharn said, spitting on the ground near the campfire. “And anyone who disagrees with me is no better than they are. Remember, metal maketh orc '' she snarled while looking at the other two orcs with her. It was a traditional orc saying meaning ‘A will like metal, makes a strong orc’ and was something shared around her tribe as a value that showed love, understanding or encouragement. Sharn’s will was strong and ideas that she liked permeated into all that fell under her influence.  

It was her recently reunited brother, Klarn, and his partner Torg, who had just brought up how Zhonyja was recently made some kind of champion in their tribe by an old path Kruul had found. The three of them were all sent to investigate on the far East of their lands with suspicion that an old temple or another lost path was deep in the mountain. The two younger orcs, wide eyed, kept their mouths shut however after Sharn’s outburst, as it was unlike her.

Sharn had never liked Zhonyja, or really Kruul. She had wary respect for them, or at least their station.  She disdained how they warped their ways to whatever served their immediate desires. Sharn was as rigid and strong as the armor she wore, and the shield resting beside her. She didn’t care for their other elder Haksa either. He was lazy, and constantly decayed his mind with herbs. 

“This temple, lady Sharn, is it far? We’ve been going from cave to cave for two weeks now.” said Torg with a growl in his stomach. “It’s just Sharn you worm!  Are you missing a soft bed and full belly? Ha! The ground is the only bed a warrior needs and whatever game we can catch is as good as any meal.” Sharn scoffed, tossing him a few limp rabbits. “Skin those and start us a stew.  Add those tasty mushrooms we found.  We will need the energy.  Not the ones that Klarn picked” she reminded emphatically. Torg began skinning the rabbit, while Klarn glared at his sister. “You could be kinder. I know we’re ignorant of the wild, and that’s why the elders had you accompany us. But we’re not children, and he is to be my mate.” Klarn growled. Sharn rolled her eyes but gave a nod. 

  She loved her little brother even though she had only known him for a few equinoxes and could be bratty. She had been raised by the minotaurs and had just joined the orc tribes. She was overjoyed that he’d found love. It was not something many warriors could claim and hold onto. There would come a day that it would be challenged, as all things are, but until then let them enjoy it a little. Sharn knew how cruel the Gods and life could be, so it was important that she temper their iron now while they could be moulded. Torg had potential as well. Weak with metal, but quick and knowledgeable of the land. Torg was almost as knowledgeable as Sharn, whose travels seeking out her origins had been extensive.

  “Torg. If you could prepare us a meal, I’ll go on ahead before it’s too dark and see if I can pick up any landmarks that may reveal us the Old Places.” said Sharn. Torg nodded and Klarn started a fire to prepare the stew. Sharn proceeded out of the mouth of the cave. The sun was setting but due to altitude, they would have another hour of light. As the mountain wind kissed her face, she smiled at the thought of the two lovers in the cave, reminding her of a love she once had as well. 

    Hiking around the entrance of the cave and up into the steep rocks she scouted what they might encounter on the next part of their expedition. The heavy armour was not great for this task but her freakish physique made the great slabs of armour feel natural and the land was still too unfamiliar to be caught without her tools. The trail they’d followed out of their East end settlements had faded leagues past. Now they followed faint old paths, looking for landmarks and clues mentioned in old stories.

  There were many outcroppings through these mountains and many passes. She situated herself at a cliff that gave her a good view. Sharn noticed an old path going up further and in.  She could see where the path led from where she stood.  It looked about a three day trek and they’d be in the middle of some promising outcropping of stones. She suspected that the temple would be there. She would soon complete her task. One more honor for Sharn, another chance to prove her quality.